To Fly Again
And he lies there dreaming,
Seeing his tattered wings whole.
No longer trying to heal them
With this bloodied knife.
Personal savior.
Self-proclaimed damnation.
Lost within himself,
Finding all that he wishes not to find out.
He crawls from his bed,
Screaming to be heard
This pain unbearable,
Stabbing deeper to heal.
His sanity cracks,
To him his wings heal.
He goes to the edge,
And takes the plunge.
Even as the wind whistles past,
He sees himself soaring again.
Never feeling the jolt,
His smile says he found himself.
















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